"When I ask about your life, my boy, I don't mean where you've lived, how you've earned your living--I do know all that--you've been very good about writing.

But your real life, what you've been thinking about things, how you feel about everything ..." "Well, father--I don't know.

One hadn't much time for thinking, you know.

No one did much thinking in Rio.

When I was in the Bermudas there was a fellow ..." "Yes, but tell me about yourself." Then, with a desperate effort, he broke out: "Father, you'll be badly disappointed in me.